Breakfast is a special time of day for the Dahlkemper/Steenberge clan – especially when at “camp” (which refers to the cabin in the Adirondacks but now blankets any Steenberge get-together)
Some of my earliest memories are of my aunts & mom, with sweatshirts thrown over their nightgowns, pulling eggs & juice out of the fridge while Papa manned the pancake griddle.
And we always had pancakes made from this:
New Hope Mills Buttermilk Pancake Mix
It truly is the best pancake mix I’ve ever bought and/or eaten. The pancakes are light and fluffy and all you need is water!
In our family every pancake needs two things: Pure Maple Syrup (from New York – but sometimes in a Vermont can!) and fruit. The fruit can either be inside (bananas or blueberries) or on top (strawberries, raspberries, blackberries).
Since we picked blueberries no less than 5 times during our August trip to Erie, Ren has become, shall we say, obsessed with blueberry pancakes.
For a kid that still fits into 18-24 month pants he puts away anywhere from 3-5 regular-sized pancakes in a sitting – “with dip.”
Here is what started it all:
Let me set the scene …
It’s 6:30 AM and, while the adults were up all night drinking wine and playing euchre, Ren & Charlotte are up and ready to roll!
“What do you want for breakfast?”
“Do you want to walk up to the chicken coop and pick some eggs?”
“Nah, how about pancakes!?”
“Pancakes mom. Finish making your coffee and give us pancakes”
(I was, I’m sure, wearing a sweatshirt over my nightgown – ’cause that’s how we Steenberge women roll)
Unable to take turns …
They work together …
But I’m not sure they are too happy about that!
Ren & Charlotte approved!
“Good pancake making, cus”